[Verse] I kept your names in a drawer by the door, Old paper moons I don't carry no more. The almost-loves wait where the cold hallway bends, Still asking me where the beginning ends. [Pre-Chorus] I can thank every face, Then loosen my hands. [Chorus] Goodbye, my almost, goodbye, my then, I won't keep a room for what might have been. The road is mine, and I’m learning to stay; I choose my own heart, and I walk away. [Outro] I choose my own heart. I walk away.
